Bianca Songtext

Not going to the hospital 'cause I am not sick, I just do not get it
She want me to say when I finish
I'm making her squirt when I'm in it
She's having a panic attack and she is not liking the way that I tweeted
Until Bianca's back, I stay up all night, I'm not going to sleep
I really don't know where she's at
I'm tracking my bitch through an app
I'm tracking my bitch through the city
I guess we the new Cassie and Diddy
I'm making this song for Bianca
I'm feeling the spirit of Donda
Her family, they want me locked up
They want me to go on retreat
They want me to run and meet
They want me to [?]
She hop in the car and she ran
My bitch just don't understand
Sometimes it just feel like it's planned
'Cause I know that everyone changed up
Sometimes I hate being famous I know that they think about killing me
That's why I got heavy artillery
Some niggas that voted for Hillary
Like nigga, you gotta be kidding me
Like nigga, you gotta be telling a joke
Not taking advice from a nigga that's broke (Yeah, yeah)

Bianca, I just want you to come back
Don't know what I did to make you mad
Bianca, I just want you to come back
Want you to come back to me
Want you to come back to me
Want you to come back